Beware; unedited.
Chapter Two
“I’ll see you later,” Tara told Blake, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
She turned to get out of the car, her hand reaching towards to the door handle when Blake grabbed her arm, turning her back to him. His lips crashed against hers. It was a hungry kiss, like he hadn’t kissed her in forever, but Tara didn’t resist. She just kissed him back. Her hands wove their way through his hair while his hands cupped each of her cheeks.
When they both finally pulled away from each other, Blake rested his forehead against Tara’s, sighing in content. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment of sweet bliss.
“Alright,” Tara sighed, not wanting to leave him. “I really do have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She gave Blake another peck before sliding out of the car and closing the door as quietly as she could. She walked down the street, taking off her flip flops so that you couldn’t hear them. The less noise she made, the better.
The butterflies in her stomach fluttered as she neared the house. Why was she still so nervous when she did this? It wasn’t nearly the first, and hopefully not close to the last. Even if Tara couldn’t have Blake after high school, she wanted him up until the last second. She needed him; she craved his presence. She wasn’t sure how she was going to survive without him, but Tara knew she needed to fuel up on as much Blake-time as she could, hopefully having enough to suffice her needs long enough for them to pass.
Taking a deep breath, Tara approached her window. Every time she snuck out or back in, she was always so happy that her room was on the first floor. It would have been a pain in the ass if her room were on the second one. Prodding he window up carefully so she avoided any squeaking, Tara made her way back into the house ever so carefully. Even though she was pretty sure her father wouldn’t have been able to hear any small noises, she wanted to be thorough just in case.
Relieved to be back in her own room with the window closed and everything seemingly normal other than her attire, Tara let out a breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding. Knowing that she couldn’t take a shower at that moment because that would wake her father up for sure, Tara just quickly changed out of her clothes and into a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt. She always wore that to bed; somehow her father didn’t see a problem with yoga pants, and even though Tara didn’t realize it, the majority of the boys at her school thanked the good lord that her father thought they were fine- including Blake.
After tossing her clothes into her dirty clothes basket, Tara climbed into her warm, soft bed before laying her head down on her plush pillow. Instantly, a deep slumber encircled Tara, comforting her like a childhood blanket. All she thought about that night was Blake and what it would be like to have a different father who wasn’t a protective as her own; one that would let her date Blake freely and do as she pleased.
As Blake rode home, he couldn’t help the sweating of his palms. All he could think about was the worst scenario. Tara’s father was sitting on her bed, waiting for her to return home with a knowing and disapproving look on his face. Tara would most likely be questioned immensely before her father decided to ship her off to an all-girls boarding school in Bumfuck, Egypt. Then, Blake would never see Tara again and he would die a lonely, aged man. Instead of having cats, he’d probably have a shit-load of dogs. Blake was more of a dog person anyway; they were manlier.
Although, people were beginning to question Blake’s manliness. Sure, he was still a jock and he was still best friends with Ryan, but him settling down? Not to mention for Tara. Most guys just stared at her body and completely overlooked the person that came along with it. That had been Blake at first, too, but when they were stuck as lab partners he got to know her, and he found out that she wasn’t just a shy girl with a nice bod. She was the most amazing person he had ever met in his entire life, which was saying something. Hence why people questioned his manliness.
Blake never let anyone forget that he and Tara were an item. At first, everyone had been so skeptical of their relationship; even then, people questioned it because of how well they got along. Blake knew that the reason their relationship worked was because he and Tara couldn’t be together all the time. As much as he would like to spend more time with her, Blake feared that if they were together too much, they might get sick of each other. That would be when the fighting started. So as much as Blake hated how protective Tara’s father was, he knew deep down that it was the foundation of their relationship- the steady rock that kept them balanced.
Soon, Blake was pulling up into his long driveway that lead to the large house. It was right beside Ryan’s and both houses were similar in structure with the occasional difference here and there. Knowing that his parents were out of town, just as Ryan’s were, Blake started walking over to Ryan’s back door after parking his car.
This was a reoccurring thing; Blake sleeping over at Ryan’s or vice versa. For the majority of the time, it was just Blake and Ryan. That’s why even though at times, Ryan got on every last one of Blake’s nerves, he put up with the stuck-up brat. They were practically family, and Ryan was probably the only actual friend that Blake had- even though at times Ryan was a crap friend.
“Hey dude,” Blake called to Ryan, knowing he was in the living room after he had unlocked the back door and walked into the house.
“What’s up, bro?” Ryan answered.
Blake locked the back door back before approaching the living room. When he entered, he saw Ryan lying on the couch, still slightly drunk and watching an action movie. Blake didn’t have a clue as to what movie it was, but it looked pretty fucking great to him.
“Just dropped off Tara,” Blake stated obviously. “You already tooted and booted?”
Ryan chuckled slightly along with Blake at the choice of words. “Hell yeah, bro. That bitch was gone the second we were done; not that I’m complaining.”
Blake knew Ryan always got extra colorful with his language when he was drunk, but by that time, Blake was used to it.
“She was fucking hot, though,” Ryan told him. “And she fucking rode me like nobody else.”
Blake flinched slightly at Ryan’s choice of words. “Since when do we share details, bro? Not needed, not needed.”
“Right,” Ryan said, keeping his eyes focused on Blake. He hadn’t paid attention to the movie since Blake walked through the back door. “Fuck. I think this booze makes me go all girly and shit.”
Blake laughed at that, liking that Ryan was no longer talking about his sex life. Blake realized didn’t want to know about it. “I don’t think you just had booze, bro. Don’t think you just had booze.”
“Whatever, I’m about to be fucking out like a burnt-out light,” Ryan informed him, tossing his head back and banging it against the couch. “Fuck,” he muttered as the pain coursed through his body.
So maybe Ryan was a bit more drunk than Blake had initially thought.
“How about we take you upstairs, bro?” Blake suggested.
Ryan nodded as Blake started helping him up off of the couch. Same old, same old. This was solely routine and had happened on countless occasions. Blake helped Ryan to the elevator that was in the house before hitting the button for the fourth level. That was pretty much Ryan’s loft; the little time his parents spent at home, they never went up there.
When they reached Ryan’s room, Blake placed his best friend on the bed. He didn’t bother with covers or anything, he just plopped Ryan down to where he would survive. By that time, Ryan was passed out.
“You better fucking realize how great of a best friend I am,” Blake muttered to him, knowing Ryan wouldn’t hear him.
Shaking his head, Blake made his way to his room across the hall. Since Ryan had a whole floor to himself, Blake had his own room as well. It even had some of his clothes. Changing into a pair of boxers, Blake slid into the comfortable bed. He fell asleep hoping the Tara was fine and that her father hadn’t found out. He couldn’t have though, could he? She hadn’t contacted him yet. Her dad would never found out, would he? Blake wasn’t sure how he would; they were always so careful.
Sometimes, though, even the most careful people of all get found out. It was only a matter of time for Blake and Tara. Could they really continue getting away with hiding from Tara’s father.
Blake wasn’t sure, but he fell asleep thinking about how his life would be if Tara’s father was okay with her dating. How different they would be; if they would be. He even started thinking about their future before he just abruptly stopped dreaming altogether. Not even Tara’s shining face broke through the dark abyss that was his sleep.